The dark,
a place of
the unknown
and
unknowing,
a realm of
pitch concealing
every
corner.
The dark, impenetrable,
impervious,
all consuming,
devourer of
the light,
echoer of
mysterious
creaks and
groans.
The dark
muffles,
confuses,
hides and
re-shapes
through shadows
and
formlessness, muddles
and
frightens.
The dark
grows thicker,
murky,
heavy, an abyss
of the unfamiliar
swirling
like red
wine in a glass
served in
hell.
The dark,
staring at me
as I clutch
the covers up
to my chin.
I know it’s
coming to
get me. To
consume my
soul.
The dark,
black eyes,
glaring from
beyond,
I can hear
it growling,
licking it’s
lips, I feel
the hate in its
heart.
No, wait,
that’s just
my laundry
piled up in
the corner.
Damn that
scared me.
Should have
just turned
on the light.
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